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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 20, 2009 22:27:17 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie Xenith She kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
hunter was at it again already. it wasn't that far into october, and she was still dressing as if it was summer. there was a reason for this, though, however bizarre it may have seemed. her reason was that, after a while, she stopped feeling the chill of the wind and the harsh weather conditions altogether. it had never taken hunter long to adjust to anything, really, and she had never imagined weather or temperature to be any different. it wasn't particularly warm when hunter woke up on a saturday morning. in fact, tapping the thermometer at the window, hunter realised that it was only four degrees centigrade above freezing. she had a good feeling, though, as she generally did when she stepped into a hot shower, and when she wandered back into her dorm, she had a smirk on her face. last saturday, she had shocked people severely with her black, gothic look. this weekend was going to be different. still shocking in some ways, perhaps, but much more her. she planned her outfit as she went along, starting with the bare necessities (a matching set of a bra and panties in aqua and black), building up as she made a mess of her closet from trying to find clothes. she didn't even blanch or react at all as someone woke up beside her, getting a full view of her in her underwear. it happened all the time anyway, as was the liability with sharing a room. drawing the curtains had been abandoned years ago. when hunter finally left the room, she found that she was leaving in little more than her underwear, but didn't much care. she knew people that would slate her for it, but she also knew those that would thank her, although she didn't much care to admit that she took pleasure from their approval. wearing shorts that barely covered her, a top that revealed her bra, and heels that were almost impossible for a normal girl (not hunter, obviously) to walk in, there was one word on most girls' lips as she entered the cafeteria. of course, it had different derivations, depending on where that girl was from, but it was the same, in essence. whore.[/b] hunter heard the word muttered several times, and she aimed a sarcastically sweet smile at the speaker. "maybe i am, but that's none of your concern. you do, however, have a right to be worried about your man." the tone implied innocence, but it dripped sarcasm. hunter knew what she was doing, what she was saying, and most of what could possibly happen from her chosen antics. she didn't move far before deciding to prove to the girl brave enough to speak that she could have anyone that she wanted. a guy that hunter knew to be one of those half bloods that wished to be pure was standing up, having finished his breakfast and not seen hunter enter. one hand flashed out and pulled him towards her, and she easily overpowered him as her lips collided with his. after an initial brief shocked stillness that was only to be expected, the boy responded, and hunter pulled back after a moment, releasing the guy to choruses of 'ooooh', 'feisty' and other such terms, along with a cacophony of wolf whistles. he wandered off slightly shellshocked, and hunter continued to her table, sashaying, swaying her hips, an amused smirk playing on her lips. she sat down beside sarena and grinned. "new game. shocking saturday." she explained, simply, nodding a greeting at the older girl and her comrade, skylar.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Jul 20, 2009 22:38:55 GMT -5
sarena awoke early once again that cold saturday morning. she had been having trouble sleeping lately, and didn't exactly know why. it didn't seem important though. she started off her morning with a long, warm shower, then said some spells, making her hair look perfectly sleek and curly. she then did her make-up by hand; dark eyes and a little lip gloss.
once she was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt, dark wash skinnys, and black leather boots, sarena made sure she had her wand, and left her dormitory without disturbing the rest of the 7th year dissemblence girls.
when she got to the cafeteria, she wasn't surprised to be one of the first ones there. she took a seat at her house table, and poured herself some coffee. sarena had to have coffe every morning; it was an addiction.
soon the caferia began to be more crowded, and her best friend sky sat down next to her. the two chatted for a bit, and when she began to here whispers and cat calling, she knew her other best friend, hunter xenith, must have entered the cafeteria.
turning to look at her, sarena was shocked at what she saw. basically, hunter was just wearing undergarments. you'd think by now that sarena would be used to her friends scandalous behaviors, but she wasn't. and she was even more schocked when hunter kissed some disgusting half-blood.
when hunter had sat down next to her, sarena looked at her in aw. "hunter, you look like a stripper" she said, in a joking but slightly condicending way. but they had the kind of relationship where it was tolerated to occasionally criticize.
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Post by Skylar Holland on Jul 21, 2009 12:13:48 GMT -5
  YOU KNOW I COULD USE SOMEBODYOutfits weren't quite hard to pick for this girl. It wasn't about matching, nor was it about making sure that everything looked perfect. At the moment, all Sky really wanted was something comfortable, and something attention grabbing. Now, you might think that those two wouldn't mesh well together, in fact, perhaps they might be at odds, but she, of course, could find something in that large closet of hers. Dresses, at the moment, were her style of choice. But once all the copy-cats started wearing their own version of sky's style of the moment, she knew that it would be time to move on. Pulling on a short shift of a dress, it was strapless and its hem fell to halfway between the top of her thigh and her knee, she smirked at her expression. She looked hot, as usual. But she also looked like she was dressed for the middle of summer, not the beginning of autumn. Not wanting to be cold, the girl found an off the shoulder sweater, with a wide gauge knit. It was nearly see through, so she didn't feel very much more covered up, but was still warmer. The only shoes that would make sense for her to wear with this would be flats. Since the outfit wouldn't look good with pumps, and it was too cold to wear sandals. Pulling on a pair of simple black flats, Sky decided that they matched fine.
Makeup for the day was nothing more than a touch of brown eyeliner and black mascara. The girl had a perfectly fine nights sleep, and had no need for concealer for her perfect skin. One more glance in the mirror, and she was headed down the stairs that lead to the great hall. Upon entering the huge, cavernous room, Sky sought out a place to sit. Not too close to the teachers, not too close to the door (everytime someone went in or out, a chilly breeze swept in). But then she noticed that her best friend, Sarena, had already found the perfect spot. Sky smirked, she should have known that she'd be there already. Rena always needed her coffee, and it was best first thing in the morning. Sauntering over, she seated herself next to her friend, and they chatted until an interuption of whistling and cheers filled the hall. The lone teacher whom was on duty shifted awkwardly in her seat, lifting her thick rimmed to watery eyes to see what the commotion was.
"I think Hunter's here." Sky smirked, and her eyes fell on her other friend, who was dressed as usual-- attention grabbing, skin baring, nearly nothing. As if she needed the clothing to get people's attention, her actions did that perfectly fine. Hunter approached the table, and spoke in the general direction of Rena. Something about shocking Saturday. Sky didn't know anything about saturday, but she certainly knew that boy was shocked. As was his girlfriend. And apparently so was Sarena. "hunter, you look like a stripper" Smirking ever so slightly, Sky nodded in agreement. "But a classy one, so I think you're fine." Sky was usually less shockable than her friend Sarena. As for the boy that Hunter had just... attacked, well, he wasn't as cute as the ones that Sky would usually go for. But hey, other people had different tastes. Sky stirred her cup of black tea with disinterest, ceasing only to put a spoonful of sugar in it. |
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 21, 2009 12:45:44 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie XenithShe kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
hunter never really paid attention to what she was wearing, how appropriate it was, or how cold it was outside. as she saw it, they were inside, so she could dress as if for winter or summer, it didn't really matter. saturdays didn't necessarily mean that she was going to leave the castle, so any kind of attire was just fine with her, and with the people that saw her. obviously, there were haters that insulted her and tried to make her feel bad about herself, but she was so stuck in her own bubble that she just didn't care. every single negative comment just seemed to fly over her head, and the only ones that she acknowledged were ones that didn't necessarily seem like a bad thing. today, she was dressed as if it was the height of summer, one of the hottest days in the year, instead of the middle of october, deep in the heart of a cold snap. there was a lot of skin bared, but her permanent tan made it seem alright. it was almost as if she was in a completely different time to everyone else. her brown curls cascaded down her back, bouncing as she walked, her highlights glinting as they caught the artificial strip lights screwed to the ceiling. her hips swung, her lips curved upwards, and her eyes sparkled. it seemed as if she didn't have a care in the world. if only they knew. she seated herself between sarena and an older boy, crossing her left leg over her right at the knee, tossing her hair over her shoulder. with slender fingers topped with perfectly manicured nails, hunter pulled a dish towards her, and selected a couple of piece of fruit from the bowl closest to her. she pulled a switch blade out of her pocket, and expertly peeled and cored her fruit, before slicing it and dropping it into her dish. her eyes never once flickered to the other people at her table, but she knew that the majority of them would aim glances at her every so often. it happened every saturday when she did something outrageous. she lifted the blade to her lips and licked off the juice of the fruits before flicking it closed and putting it away. she never once took her eyes off the knife until she couldn't see it any more. that done, she looked over at sarena and skylar. irritated, she pouted and looked revolted. "that guy wasn't as cute as the guy that happened to last week." she grumbled, annoyed. "i'm really going to have to start looking at who i grab." she laughed at what sarena said, rolling her eyes. "you really don't get it, do you?" she shook her head, spearing a piece of apple on her fork, chewing it slowly before swallowing, then speaking again. "that's the whole point. i'm supposed to look that way." she smiled slightly, nodding in skylar's direction. "thanks for that, sky. much appreciated." she waved her fork around as she spoke, gesturing to skylar. "i love that dress. it's so cute." she was enthusiastic about it, but all three of them knew that she'd never consider wearing a thing like it.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Jul 21, 2009 22:31:45 GMT -5
sarena laughed as her best friends converes about hunter looking like a hooker. sure, they were fooling around, by hunters promiscuity sometimes worried sarena, because she cared for the girl and didn't want her to get hurt.
eying hunters bowl of expertly sliced fruit, sarena grabbed a peice of pear and nibbled on it. pears were her absolute favorite fruit. "hunter, that guy you kissed was a half-blood. and not even an attractive one. she said with a laugh, finishing her peice of pear. "i think i might start to to that.... ya know, grab random boys and kiss em?"
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Post by Skylar Holland on Jul 22, 2009 18:53:30 GMT -5
YOU KNOW I COULD USE SOMEBODY She was supposed to look like a hooker? Okay. Whatever, that was weird. Sky smiled disinterestedly at her friend Hunter when she made the false comment about her dress. Being insulted didn't even occur to her, mostly because she wasn't too interested in Hunter's style. In fact, Sky had a low opinion of Hunter's style. Not that she'd ever tell her that. But seriously, who wanted to look like a hooker? "Thanks, darling." A sip of her tea told her that she had put too much sugar into it. Damn. She slid the mostly full mug towards the empty side of the table, then turned her gaze to Sarena, who had begun speaking. "hunter, that guy you kissed was a half-blood. and not even an attractive one.. Sky smirked. She completely agreed with that comment. He wasn't too cute at all. But Rena was always more diplomatic about insulting someone, she said it in a way that someone would have to seem like they were reaching to be insulted.
"i think i might start to to that.... ya know, grab random boys and kiss em?" That made the pretty blonde girl laugh. "You?" Sky rested her elbows on the table and turned her entire tiny frame towards her brunette friend. "You're much to classy to do that, darling." Of course the opinion would be offensive to Hunter... that was how it was intended. But as a joke, seeing as Sky certainly disliked seriously insulting friends. |
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Jul 22, 2009 23:03:29 GMT -5
sarena watched as sky took a sip of her tea, and scrunched her nose in disgust. she tried not to chuckle, she knew that sky had once again put too much sugar in her tea. she then pondered her friend telling her she was too classy to kiss random guys.
in fact, that was true. sarena wasn't a slut, and know where near as...promiscuous as hunter. she loved hunter, but she could be a little over the top sometimes.
"it does seem fun though" she said, finishing her third cup of coffee.
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